Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Too Big

Slippery slope, dominoes downTear a brick from the wall of our movie-set townTo patch a hole in the hull of a boat run agroundFull of hope that don't float, dreams that done drowned

We conjure our money right out of thin airBacked by faith in faces with cool New York staresThey’re talkin' the Bull and walkin' the BearTreadin' where only derivatives dareAiaa, I... Aiaa, I...Aaaaiii

We don't make anything, anymoreNot counting food for the world, fodder for warClothes are from China, cars from JapanAll too big to fail. What don't you understand?

Capital cronies, all skull and bonesMakin' the book on all of our loansThey guild 'em with Gold, Man, and Sachs 'em like RomeBet it all on the red, hell, it’s only a homeAiaa, I... Aiaa, I...Aaaaiii

No safety, just a Lie too big to failRun the shell game, bail your buddies out of jail Leveraged debt is just the way of lifeGrab the bonus, baby, run away and hide

Stick and carrot, fake retirement plans Most are left with empty, open handsLucky bowl of soup and sandwichand a “Please, please, Mister, if you can?”Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...Aaaaiii

We don't make anything, anymoreNot counting food for the world, fodder for warOh, and words, we make words - just watch 'em flyHot air to flutter the flags On a Forth of JulyHot air to flutter the flagsOh, flutter the flags Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...AaaaiiiAaaaiii

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About the Audio Links...

All the current audio is recorded with a Zoom 200 Digital Recorder. Clik on the either the Title Font or just below. The best way to listen to these clips is through earphones or buds. These are unedited, one-offs of badly played acoustic guitar and sketchy vocal. Sometimes I am accompanied by katydid hums, cricket chirps, assorted dog noises, the plaintive burble of a perpetually starved cat, rain, the pop of the wood-burner, occasional shotgun blasts of walnuts hitting the metal roof and the "honey-do's" of my much-much better half. If you can't hear the guitar, it's probably a good thing.

About Me

From Lancaster, Ohio, and living somewhere outside Athens with my beautiful and brilliant much-better-half. I play occasionally in two alt.country bands. In my spare time, I ignore the lawn and garden until it's almost too late, chase the two dogs
around the yard, practice juggling the two kittens, and try to forget that I am a "Dilbert" for a flooring company in Columbus.